Forum Puppets

This is one of those "Sometimes I really wonder what's wrong with donteatpoop" forum games.

Okay, here it goes.

We have three characters; Frank, Lilly, and Joe.

Frank, Lilly, and Joe are roommates. They live together on the second floor of a building, in a three bedroom apartment. All three of them are currently in their respective beds. It is 9:00am on a Saturday.

We are given the godlike ability to control their actions by telling them what to do in your post. You may give each character ONLY ONE ACTION PER POST. You may NOT post back-to-back comments.

Keep in mind that if Lilly is in the kitchen and your action is to 'poop', she's pooping in the kitchen. You must first send her to the bathroom with your action, and the next person can make her poop.

Each page (10 posts) in the forums will be considered half an hour. Therefor, when page 2 starts it will be 10:30am. Make sense? At least a little bit?

Myron decides that he has finally gotten the guts up to ask a girl out if he is attracted to her. He has been working on this weak part of himself for a long time and dammit he WILL ASK THIS GIRL OUT. He glances at the signature pad and says "Lily. That's a pretty name! Hey Lily, I was wonderin-"

Lily closes the door in Myron's face and walks back to the kitchen reading the return address on the large mailer with Frank's name on it. "Too small to be anything other than paperwork, but still it could be interesting anyways." she thinks to herself.

Frank uses the soap as a microphone.

Joe looks around his room in bewilderment, still half asleep. "Where did the horse go?"

Myron tells himself "See? You are a loser. She wouldn't have slammed the door in your face if you were worth talking to." He dejectedly presses the "Down" button on the elevator and waits for it to arrive.

Lily carefully slides the paperwork out of the envelope. She reads the large letters at the top "Official RIAA Music File Downloading Violation Notice". She then remembers that Frank has given her at least 2,000 songs from his computer.

Frank shoves his head under the shower and lets it all rain down on him.

Joe slowly crawls up off the floor and starts to look for some semi-non-sentient clothes that he can put on from the life sized petri dish that is his bedroom floor.